The best loved man or maid in the town would perish with anguish Could they hear all that their friends say in the course of a day.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Maidens! why should you worry in choosing whom you shall marry? Choose whom you may, you will find you have got somebody else.

Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.

There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.

Speak with the speech of the world; think with the thoughts of the few.